The Godsverse Chronicles

Candy could barely hold a cup of tea without spilling it everywhere, her hand was shaking so violently.

I waited until midnight to drive Lily back onto the dock, just like I had when I met with Moloch and Balaam that fateful night when I stopped the world from ending.

I was comfortable hearing no. I had to be in my line of work. Often, there was only one magical scepter or enchanted amulet of a certain type in the whole world, and tracking it down took tenacity.

I wanted to take a long drive through the streets of Los Angeles. It was a driving town, which was one of the few things I liked about it.

I followed Kalle as he ping-ponged between the containers like a rat looking for a piece of cheese, hitting a dead end and then doubling back on himself.

Most mortals didn’t survive tumbling into my web of misfortune, but she did, and that was impressive.

The ground was black obsidian from the lava that had flowed over it for eons. A cauldron of orange lava steamed up from the ground.

The sound of Billy Joel played through the house when I entered.

The hardest part of a prisoner transfer was that you had to trust the other party to behave themselves.

Forty-five minutes was not a lot of time, but I could do a lot of damage with it given the proper motivation, and I was intensely motivated.

If there was one thing I could not abide, it was dishonesty.

Cars passed quickly on the street behind us, and the light from their headlights illuminated the dark restaurant, where a funny-looking parrot stood prepping for the next day.

It was the third apothecary shop I’d been to in a row that refused to work with me. Whoever was trying to kill me was foreboding enough to put the fear of the gods into some of the most powerful monst

Disarming an armed assailant in a crowded building was a dicey move, especially one as unhinged as my ex.

When I was eighteen, I left home to make a name for myself.

The portal led us into an alley between the 46th police precinct and a sandwich shop. It always smelled of fresh-baked bread and roast beef around there, which was a big improvement.

Even at my best, I wasn’t confident that I could dodge a rocket launcher and a Gatling gun at the same time.

Phil was nothing if not thorough, and while I didn’t know Kimberly, she seemed equally intense in an off-putting, punchable way.

I hated the suburbs, especially in Los Angeles. At least in most cities, suburbs were outside the city.

When I was younger, I wanted to be a dancer. I spent nearly every afternoon taking classes until my feet bled and my muscles ached. When I wasn’t in class, I was teaching them or helping somebody teac

Blezor chased after me in his monster truck while two other cars that didn’t care a lick about the rules of the road fired guns at my trunk.